Zoppot Holiday Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The twenties smashed propriety
Or what was thought the norm
Much like the hotfoot FDR
Gave Hoover's pomp and form..

Like lions who had been subdued
Our women roared and then
While smoking, drinking, playing cards
They came to life again.

Yes, suffrage came, as come it must
While segregation's door
Was pried and pounded till at last
All looked at freedom's shore.

A global war preceded this
There had to be a change
Just like the other global war
Brought sixties to its fame.

But I digress, my purpose is
To flash back to a time
When Zoppot was the place to go
On Poland's lovely shore

A bathing beauty, tanned and sleek
Bobbed hair in flapper style
Spent summer holiday abroad
Turned men's heads with her smile

She lounged on Zoppot's famous beach
And danced in clubs so sheek
Glass floors were lit beneath her feet
Sweet whispers cheek to cheek.

A little man did give his heart
To this gal, fresh as dew
Nor would she soon forget his love
As time and memories grew.

'He was so kind, a gentleman
He loved me more than life, '
She told us sitting by the fire
'But I would be Karl's wife.'

We children knew this story well
Loved hearing it first hand
Of mother and her youthful fling
On Zoppot's golden strand.